they call the rising sun and it is been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I am one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My Father was a gamblin man Down in New Orleans now the only thing a gambler needs
they call the rising sunand it is been the ruin of many a poor boyand God I know I am oneMy mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy Father was a gamblin manDown in New Orleansnow the only thing a gambler needs